Top 180 Scott Lynch Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I have always found the presumptions of others to be the best possible disguise – haven’t you?”

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52. “Privileges of age, size, and ass-kissing. If you survive this conversation, you’ll find that it’s just the same in most of the big gangs.”

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53. “And for all our sakes, tame that mess on top of your head. Use fire and a poleaxe if you have to.”

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54. “Are you smarter than a pig, Locke?” “On occasion,” said Locke. “There are contrary opinions.” “Are you more dangerous than a cow? A chicken? A sheep?” “Let’s be generous and say yes.”

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55. “Wicked sisters,’ said Jean, as he let the hatchets fall out of his right robe sleeve and into his hand, ‘I’d like you to meet the Wicked Sisters.”

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56. “Like celestial bodies, transiting in their orbits, exerting their influences.”

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57. “Go fold yourself in half,” said Locke, “and lick your ass.”

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58. “I want you to use your misplaced acorn of a brain before the squirrel comes looking for it again.”

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59. “I suspect this is all gonna end in screaming and drowning.”

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60. “I practise selective deafness to hurtful remarks.”

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61. “Lies go out, but the truth stays home.”

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62. “It’s easy to prescribe remedies for our own weaknesses when they’re comfortably ensconced in other people.”

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63. “Hardships are arbitrary, Locke. You never know which particular quality in yourself or a fellow is going to get you past them.”

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64. “The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.”

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65. “Listen, if you walk into a whorehouse and find yourself getting sucked off, it’s because you put some money on the counter, not because the gods transported a pair of lips to your cock.”

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66. “Our patron has always sort of danced upon the notion that austerity and piety go hand in hand; down here, we show our appreciation for things by appreciating, if you get me.”

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67. “Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they’re after an image, not a person.”

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68. “Not everything that’s inevitable is regrettable.”

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69. “Set foot in our house again,” said Sofia, “and you’ll become a permanent feature in my laboratory.”

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70. “You’d have to take your shoes and breeches off to count to twenty-one!”

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71. “Oh, you know me.” Jean reached behind his neck, down behind the loose leather vest he wore over his simple cotton tunic. He withdrew a pair of matching hatchets, each a foot and a half in length, with leather-wrapped handles and straight black blades that narrowed like scalpels. These were balanced with balls of blackened steel, each as wide around as a silver solon. The Wicked Sisters – Jean’s weapons of choice. “I never travel alone. It’s always the three of us.”

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72. “Of your friend, I can find no trace,” said the man. “He seems to have been eaten by one of the thin hairless apes from the Okanti isles; all it does is screech at me. What became of the last leech to take a look at him?” “We left him in Talisham,” said Jean. “I’m afraid my friend’s attitude moved him to bring an early end to his own sea voyage.” “Well, I might have done the same. I waive my fee, in profound sympathy. Keep your silver – you shall need it for wine. Or poison.”

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73. “Well, it certainly is nice to be free from the threat of that lamp, my boy.” Chains drew a last breath of smoke, then rubbed his dwindling sheaf of tobacco out against the roof stones. “Was it informing for the duke? Plotting to murder us?”

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74. “Gentlemen Bastards.′ hissed Locke,′ do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.”

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75. “In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams.”

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76. “Jean... you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you’re all I have left.”

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77. “I desire you as deeply as I ever have, but I understand that the fervor of a desire is irrelevant to its justice.”

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78. “If your father says “Bark like a dog”, I say “What breed your honor.”

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79. “I mean, wouldn’t it be grand, to have a legend that grew while you were alive to enjoy it? To sit in a tavern and hear all the people around you speaking of what you’d done, with no notion that you were among them as flesh and blood?”

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80. “Mew,” the kitten retorted, locking gazes with him. It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. ‘I was comfortable, and you dared to move,’ those jade eyes said. ‘For that you must die.’ When it became apparent to the cat that its two or three pounds of mass were insufficient to break Locke’s neck with one mighty snap, it put its paws on his shoulders and began sharing its drool-covered nose with his lips. He recoiled.”

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81. “You have to be a dead-eyed dirty-souled maniac to want to spend your extended life trading punches with other maniacs. Once you’ve seized that power, there’s no getting off the merry-go-round. You fight like hell just to hold on or you get shoved off.”

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82. “Ravelle, anyone in command feigns ease when death is near. We do it for those around us, and we do it for ourselves. We do it because the sole alternative is to die cringing.”

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83. “It was easy to laugh at such conceits in full daylight. But night had a way of lending weight to phantasms.”

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84. “I can be very loud, when I’m being stupid.”

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85. “Familiarity has a way of filing the sharp edges off our feelings for other people. You’ll see.”

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86. “I heartedly approve, in theory,” said Ibelius, “but in practice I believe I shall... absent myself.”

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87. “Woman, your heart is a mapless maze. Could I bottle confusion and drink it a thousand years, I could not confound myself so much as you do between waking and breakfast. You are grown so devious that serpents would applaud your passage, would the gods but give them hands.”

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88. “But time’s a river, Locke, and we’ve always drifted farther down it than we think.”

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89. “Heavens,” said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, “only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel – this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!”

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90. “These are my cards on the table. I think you’re beautiful. I feel like I’m an idiot with dirt on his face sitting next to someone out of a painting. I think... I think I’m just plain stupid for you. I know that’s not exactly sweet talk out of a play. Frankly, I’d kiss your shadow. I’d kiss dirt that had your heel print on it. I like feeling this way. I don’t give a damn what you or anyone else thinks... this is how it feels every time I look at you.”

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91. “ETIENNE DELANCARRE Domingo Salvard,” said Sabetha, reading out loud from the lantern-lit plaque beside the building’s street entrance. “Master solicitor, bonded law-scribe, authorized notary, executor of wills and estates, Vadran translator and transcriber. Fortunes assured, justice delivered, enemies confounded. Reasonable rates.” Locke.”

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92. “It smelled something like a keg of bad beer overturned in a mortician’s storage room on a hot summer’s day.”

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93. “The difference between honest and dishonest commerce is that when an honest man or woman of business ruins someone, they don’t have the courtesy to cut their throat to finish the affair.”

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94. “Liquor does this? Even after you’re sober?” “A cruel joke, isn’t it? The gods put a price tag on everything, it seems.”

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95. “You’re ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.”

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96. “Money makes a man mirthful.”

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97. “He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.”

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98. “No, Mistress of Doubts, I’ve brought you here to this secluded corner of the city for the nefarious purpose of cooking your dinner myself.”

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99. “I am utterly emboldened in my cowardice.”

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100. “Manners that would keep you starving are no manners worth respecting.”

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